The Monoliths Roundabout Poem by Tony Adah

Down murtala mohammed way
There stood a roundabout where
Nkarassi monoliths visit calabar
They call it zone six roundabout
It has received admiration as it has injuries
Heavy trucks batter the periphery
And drunken drivers chip the bricks
Out of the entity
Broken bricks and mortar lay
Scattered like debris in a tsunami
Everyday workmen bend on the rubble of accidents
And the authority's apathy
Leave the victims in pains
Struggling to rebuild the jagged
Edges of the monument that holds the monoliths
Save and beautiful.